How the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever. -Li Bai, who will enter the wine?
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. -Gong Zizhen, Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -Liu Yong He Zhang Zhi
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. -thinking of my Shandong brother Wang Wei on vacation in the mountains.
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. -Bai Juyi, a winter thinker in Handan.
When you ask about the return date, it rains at night in the autumn pool.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. -Li Shangyin's letter to friends in the north on a rainy night.
How much hate, in my dream last night.
Just like swimming in the garden in the old days. In Ma Rulong, where cars are like flowing water, flowers and the moon are spring breeze. -Wang Jiangnan Li Yu